The Black Scepter

>Alantis began a "renovation" of great historical significance.

Countless workers started construction underground, and logging forces headed towards the dark, dense forest outside the city. Five hundred blacksmiths had installed their anvils underground, and a military area dedicated to weapons manufacturing was planned in the city. On the edge, wood and coal were thrown into the furnace, and the red flames turned into an ocean, and the clanging banging sounds began to reverberate in the underground world.

The elves collected a lot of wood with the help of the logging team. The first longbows made and the iron arrows delivered by Lord Christina have been delivered. Krenze has led a group of night elves who are willing to work for Murphy Settled in the first floor of the underground world, and after getting familiar with the environment and atmosphere here, more and more people began to show their willingness to migrate.

And in the corner of Arantis, Andalil, imprisoned here, is no longer as violent as when Murphys erected the ice mirror.

A month and a half ago, Murphy waved a smooth ice mirror that allowed her to look directly at her face. For a woman who cherishes her appearance more than life, it is almost comparable to the pain of depriving her soul-for Andari For her, this behavior was enough for her to kill Murphy ten thousand times.

Women are the strangest creatures in the world. For Murphys, their emotions often seem absurd and unreasonable. If there is anything that can be quietly accepted by him, it will only be Joan’s warm and calm like the sun. Types-As for Ashkandi, Lilith and even Ilindal, there are some incomprehensible parts in his impression.

And at this moment, Andariel, who had screamed to kill Murphy's thousands of swords, sat quietly on the ground like a statue, and the mirror that tormented her soul was still standing in front of him, just in the mirror. People have clearly shown the difference with the previous one-Andalil used to have a beauty that people can not guess the age, but at the moment her eyes have a trace of wrinkles, and the skin is pale and terrible, as if not seen for many years Prisoners imprisoned by the sun had their messy hair more tangled, and Andariel, who had only one gauze under him, shivered in the cold darkness.

Her strength has been reduced to the level of maintaining her appearance. This level is basically at the bottom of the food chain for "Inferno"-let a demon-level demon endure the "curse of aging" to this point , Can be described as cruel.

It seems that it was a compromise, or what decision was made. After not knowing how many days and nights, Andariel, who had never spoken with Murphy, suddenly stood up, looked down at his hands imprisoned by the element chain, and said. : "What is all this for?"

She recalled the scene when she ran away from the temple. The girl with an ugly scar on her face who didn’t dare to look down at all day left the temple that she once thought was the warmest home-her prayers, her The expectation was finally slapped loudly by reality, and a blow to her thoughts of a strong heart was smashed.

What is the consequence for a woman who sees her as a life if her face is destroyed?

Andariel came to the highest mountain, and after looking far away, the temple priest of class I had helplessly made the last prayer-she prayed that the world could ignore her ugliness and leave a trace for her tolerant. *1*1*

Jumping off the cliff, she disappeared into the world's vision.

But this is not the end of the story.

"Suicide, you must go to hell."

In the age of belief in the gods, this sentence is also one of the contents of word of mouth from countless people. When Andariel opened her eyes, there was only endless howling and wailing in her ears. Instead, he received a harsher punishment-death? That's just the beginning of pain...

"What is my experience?"

Andariel's body slowly released a faint green light in the dark, and countless memories that he no longer wanted to remember flashed in front of his eyes. The demon whose face was already like a middle-aged woman slowly left a tear.

"Human, are you doing what you are waiting for this day to come?"

She raised her head and asked in front of her.

In the shadows, Murphy stepped forward, alone, looking at Andalil, who had a strange body in front of him, and said calmly: "There are some things that you can't regret if you do it, whether unintentionally or intentionally."

"Oh, only the winner will say that, if one day when your soul is squeezed at my fingertips, I will tell you the same way-people in high positions will never think of themselves. In the low position, the only thing they remember is hatred and humiliation, isn’t it? So they will always repay these injustices they once suffered-just like you used to be mocked by me in front of me like an ant, and now Give it back twice, right?"

"You ignored a bit."

Murphy slowly pulled out the fragments of the sacred gun in his hand. The little golden light brought up when his finger flicked brought a warm color to the cold space. "The world is not composed of hatred alone. If you live in hatred, Naturally, the things that are most important to the world cannot be seen."

He stepped forward and tapped the ice mirror with his finger. The element collapsed instantly, replaced by a ring of flames that drove the cold.

"You can't see hope, love, trust, so you are paranoid that everyone is against you, aren't you?"

Andariel lowered his head and chuckled, his dry hands were like skeletons, and they were shocking under the light of the surrounding fire. "Young man, you have experienced too little. This kind of preaching I heard from people thousands of years ago. , But you blindly believed, and I proved it was not credible in thousands of years."

She looked up and made a sad expression on Murphy's shoulder, "Say, what do you want to say after staring at me in the shadow for so long?"

Murphy was not embarrassed after being debunked. In fact, after Lampard's affairs were finalized, he would stand here for a moment every day-why? Naturally, it was because Ashkandi was missing in the chaos of time and space.

"I need to know her clue."

Andariel turned his head slightly, tapping the chain of his wrist rhythmically with his eyes drooping. It seemed that he was thinking about the answer behind this question for the first time, but after a while, she whispered back and asked: "You love her ?"

Love her?

This question made Murphy stunned as if it were a fixation technique. How complicated is the word "love"? He just mentioned it in a conversation with the demon in front of him, but when the problem lay on him, he understood that he was indeed as Andariel said...too naive.

"Oh, I understand that this word bothers you, but this does not prevent you from still taking the initiative-I really have no choice. I die here and become the laughing stock of countless people in the future. It is not important to say a few. In exchange for some possible kindness?"

"Actually, I want to point you out to a weird place." Murphy turned the fragment of the sacred gun between his fingers. "I always speculate on others in my own way of thinking, and I can't get a true answer."

Andariel whispered politely, and seemed to be too lazy to take care of Murphy's words. She pointed to her chest and said, "Then what conditions would you use in exchange for the'answer' in my mouth."

Murphy raised his eyebrows. He didn’t expect that the Demon King Demon would suddenly soften his breath, but this usually meant that some unexpected situation was about to happen. He changed the fragment of the sacred gun to a grip, and moved his hind foot slightly. , Replied: "Do you say that you will eventually die of the aging curse, and now what do you want?"

"Ha, if I die here, my soul will still be dragged back to **** by Solanda. At that time, it was not as simple as watching myself grow old-I wanted to live, but not for Solanda, this It’s my request... yes, it’s'request', do you understand what this word means for a demon-level demon?"

The light on Andariel's body seems to be brighter and brighter, which seems to mean that she is using an energy-consuming spell, "I can sign a contract with you-of course, it can be the humblest master-servant contract... Ha, after the signing, I can do anything for you..."

She narrowed her eyes, and the angelic face had a devil's smile.

"And, no return."

"Click!"

As soon as Andariel's words were finished, he found that the elemental cage that surrounded him was crushed by Murphys, and then the young man rushed in front of him in one step, and the "Boo" punch hit his abdomen!

Covered with a faint green light, she was beaten up in a blink of an eye, and fell to the ground because her limbs were imprisoned by elemental chains.

"I really thought I was as naive as you?"

Murphy stretched out his hand to pick up the woman who was full of conspiracy, and pulled her body in--with the cheeks close to each other, Murphys fingers had fallen into the delicate skin of Andariel’s neck: "Either say or die, I don't have too much kindness to the devil."

He knows very well that he has always been at a disadvantage in negotiations from beginning to end-if Andariel died like this, he would never be able to find any clues from it. Of course, Andariel knew this well, but he will still step by step. Murphy got into the trap...a ​​contract? Murphy, who had signed a servant contract with Ashcandi, knew the word far beyond Andariel's imagination.

"What else can you do?" Andariel coughed and laughed. Her cheeks began to become bluish because Murphy's palms pinched her neck. "Do you think your fists can bring you closer to the answer?" ? Do you think that after my strength drops to a lower level than you, I really can't do anything about you?"

Murphy released his hand and looked at Andariel and asked, "How much time do you have?"

"This is like negotiating."

The Mother of Pain took a deep breath, but her chest suddenly shimmered, "Let me see how important she is in your heart..."

With his hands raised, Andariel quickly drew a complex and esoteric circle in the air and continued: "As you can see, the master-servant contract, I am the master, you are the servant, how? I think you definitely want to know Where did she go, and the only one who can take you is only me."

"Test the bottom line? You're just using language to create traps." Murphy hesitated for a moment, but immediately made up his mind and raised his hand to use the Holy Gun to traverse the center of the circle formed by the light curtain. The pattern of the demon’s contract in the disappeared and disintegrated. "There are more than one person who knows the secret of the plane. You are not the only life-saving straw."

"But you have no choice, otherwise you won't come here, will you?"

Andariel’s appearance has once again been severely changed by the release of the magic circle. The wrinkles in the corners of the eyes are becoming obvious, and her eyes are deeply sunken. At this moment, her image is already like a woman who is over 40 years old and has begun to accelerate aging-this From beginning to end, a demon seemed to turn Murphy around, but in fact, she was already difficult to support at the end of the crossbow, and now Andariel's strength has not allowed her to cast more spells while maintaining her appearance!

So it didn't take a few minutes, and she didn't need to do anything with Murphy at all, she would die because of energy exhaustion-gambling, this is Andariel's current behavior.

Murphy narrowed his eyes, and he clearly saw the misery of the mother of pain, but it was obvious that it was unrealistic to ask what he wanted before the demon died. He held his arms and looked at the imprisonment. Andariel, whose image suddenly became older in the circle, remained silent.

Courage, calm, this is Murphy's biggest hole card.

Andariel's cheeks were swollen, and then thinned quickly. The ends of his hair had begun to show gray and white. This process was visible to the naked eye, and the two confronted each other in this way-to put it bluntly, this is Andariel's survival and ink Fez compared the importance of Ashcandi.

three minutes.

Andariel’s hair is completely white. www.wuxiaspot.com There was a huge and ugly scar.

The existence of this scar caused Andariel's original golden ratio to be destroyed in an instant, and Murphy was secretly surprised-he seemed to guess something vaguely, but he dare not say a few words at this moment.

Whoever speaks first is weak, and Murphy's back has been sweating for a long time, and Andariel's fingers have been deeply inserted into his palms because of tension.

A very painful minute.

In the end, Andariel lowered his head first. In the image of the old man, she saw the reflection of the water surface after the ice under her feet melted. Zhong's stunned after a long sigh, said softly: "Human, you let me see what I dare not face...aging, huh..."

She looked at herself reflected in the water, stretched her hand over the scar on her left cheek, slowly closed her eyes, and finally stretched out her hands, saying: "I admit defeat, human."